Saying âI canât hold itâ while actively pushing. Red face, grunty voice, etc
The subtle shift in expression when someone goes from relaxed to focused as they start pooping. Itâs like you can visually track their gradual surrender to nature, the moment they shift from competent adult to animal relieving itself.
Solid accidents in uncommon places. Being on a bumpy bus ride that makes your turtle-heading poop bump against your hole over and over like itâs trying to pry you open from the inside. Being in the crowd at a big area game, struggling with all your might not to relax your bum, then seeing your red face pop up on the megatron right as your gut decides to bear down and work that poop out. Being stuck in an elevator with important colleagues when your poop decided itâs time to come out and despite urgent clenching, youâre forced to stare your colleagues in the face as your hole gapes open.
Side note: solid accidents are almost *more* embarrassing because itâs likeâŚyou couldnât hold that? Not being able to hold a loose liquidy poop is one thing but not being able to hold a big solid poop? Childish incompetent incontinent behavior
Iâve harped on about this before but vocal pooping >>> announcements like âitâs coming outâ, âIâm goingâ, âIâm poopingâ, âitâs happeningâ etc itâs so good idk why
@weee99 this oneâs for you!!!! i forgot i still had this one deep in my notes app. this is where my pervert brain goes <3
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They did not want to go to work in this condition. They stood in their room, in the full length mirror, pressing on their stomach. Jesus, how long has it been since I shit? Is this all shit?? They bit their lip at the ache of built-up pressure. Theyâve worked so much this week, they can hardly remember to take time to eat healthy, let alone poop healthy. As they gather their things to leave for work, they can only hope they get the opportunity to poop quickly and quietly during their workday.
On the bus ride to work their stomach begins to twist and ache dully. I shouldnât have had breakfast, they think, remembering the coffee and toast theyâd had hours nearly. I shouldâve known that coffee would kick in quick. Hopefully I can poop finally. Just...not on this bus. Then a sharp, stabbing pain seizes their lower gut. Oh god, I have to do something. I have to fart. Fuck, someoneâs going to hear.
They look around wildly at the other bus patrons, all looking at their phones or out the window. They squeezed their thighs together and wiggled uncomfortably. The stabbing pain continued and they knew there was only one way to ease it for the moment.
They lifted off their seat slightly, and tried to subtly pull one butt cheek away from the other. Trying to look ahead resolutely and innocently, they gave a tentative push. A loud popping fart they werenât expecting came blasting out, dry and urgent and hot. They froze as the smell began to rise. They could practically feel the eyes of the other bus patrons on them. They look around slowly. The two men nearest them were side-eyeing them suspiciously. They couldnât think of anything to do, so they smiled uncomfortably and tried to ignore the horrid stench.
The ride was almost over, but their tummy was still contracting and gurgling like an angry volcano. They grew more and more worried about what would happen when they got to the main event. Iâm gonna break a toilet today. This is going to wreck me. Can I be paid sick leave for having a life-ruining poop?? They thought back on all theyâd eaten that week: all carbs and dairy and fat and lots of happy hour beers after work. It was all built up in their uncomfortably tight and bubbly gut, which now begged to be emptied.
The bus reached their stop and they hurried to their feet, taking small urgent strides down the isle, as they feared if they spread their legs too much theyâd have to start pooping. Once their feet hit the pavement and the bus took off, a massive amount of pressure hit their anus. Please be a fart. Please donât fill my work pants with shit. They pushed gingerly, but it did the trick. Another airy, painful fart shot from their anus, which was getting sore from holding back so much gas and poop. They walked quickly and tried not to smell what had just come out of them.
They hurried into their office building and made a B line for the bathrooms. The buildingâs busy main floor had two gender neutral bathrooms with 3 stalls each. One of the bathrooms had a line, so they shuffled to the other one hurriedly. They could tell their poor tummy wouldnât hold on much longer. The desire to unload forcefully and loudly was getting stronger and harder to ignore. God, I just want it out, they thought. I donât care how hard it is, Iâll do anything to get it out.
When they entered the second bathroom, they realized why there must be no line. One stall was occupied. The other two had no doors.
No. Please no. Oh god, anything but this, please PLEASE not this, they thought as another fart threatened to release. This one was the last fart before the log, they could feel it. They squeezed their knees together and whined as they looked at the occupied stall.
âH-hey, are you gonna be much longer in there?â They called tentatively.
Someone grumbled. âIâm busy in here, buzz off, weirdo.â
âPlease, I really need to-â they were cut off by a pain more intense and urgent than any other so far that day. This load needed out now, wether they wanted to help it along or not. âI need to go!! Please, please let me in!â
âFuck off!â
They wanted to cry, from the twisting pain in their stomach and the humiliation they were faced with. They looked at the doorless stalls in horror and shameful consideration. Nothing seemed more embarrassing than having to go poop out in the open, but what was the alternative? Poop in their pants like a child?
On shaky legs, they hurried into the furthest stall and pulled their pants down just far enough to get their bottom out. A short fart leaked from them as they sat down, and it was cut off quickly. God, itâs here, they thought.
They couldnât believe what they were about to do. With their arms crossed in front of them, and staring hard at the tile ground, they let their stomach relax.
Another small fart escaped. They felt their anus stretch ever so slightly. Besides that, the pain in their stomach only mounted. Their face burned hot and they hadnât even pushed yet.
Then the urge seized them, a contraction forcing all the air in their lungs downward onto their intestines. They were forced to bear down, and instinctively they spread their legs open slightly. âUggggghh...â they grunted as quietly as they could.
Then, to their absolute horror, they heard the bathroom door open, and a group of chatty women walked in. They waited huddled in their stall for the women to see them there, red-faced and in the throes of a massive dump.
One of the women stopped when she saw them, and immediately grinned and giggled, turning to talk to her friends. âOh my god, did you see-? What the fuck?â
âDonât look at me!!!â They urged, but their words came out strained and guttural, as the involuntary urge to push took complete control of their bowels. They quivered slightly with the effort and grasped the metal bar in the toilet stall as they felt their bottom finally begin to open big and wide, the head of a dark firm stool making its way out. The women just gawked at them, chatting conversationally to one another like they were looking at an animal at the zoo. âStop watching me!!!! Iâm trying to p- ugggggggghhh- poop!â They yelled desperately but the women just ignored them.
Then the poop stopped, and they realized, to their horror, that theyâd need to switch positions if they wanted to get this thing out faster. They trembled on the toilet seat, taking in deep breaths trying to decide what to do next. Then one of the women came forward, leaning against the empty frame of the stall. Her two friends giggled to one another, hanging back to watch.
âHaving a tough time, are you?â She smirked condescendingly.
âGo away,â they said, looking squarely at their knees and trying not to push, hoping theyâd be alone soon.
âWhat are you going to do, make me?â The woman laughed. âNo. I wanna see you finish the job. Entertain us.â
âAre you...nnnng...serious?â They said, an involuntary grunt escaping their lips halfway through their sentence. They blushed hard.
The woman made a mock-grunting sound, balling up her fists and scrunching her face. Her friends laughed. âAw, is poor baby having a hard time going poo? How disgusting and embarrassing for you.â She crossed her arms and looked down at them.
They wanted to scream. If they did not have rock-hard massive load spreading their anus wide open right now, they would have gotten up and smacked her.
They decided their only option was to bury their head in their arms and try to grunt out their dump until the women left. They started to curl themselves inward as another contraction threatened to overtake them, but they were stopped.
âOh, no no no,â the woman said, entering the stall fully. âYou chose to wait this long to poop, you chose to poop in an open stall. You donât get to hide now, that wouldnât be fair, would it?â She said. She leaned down in front of the toilet and put her hands on their knees, forcing them apart.
âStop!â They said. âStop, youâre gonna make me-â as their knees were forced open wide, they lost what tenuous control they had over their sphincter. A dreaded wave of peristalsis forced their poop forward, stretching their bottom hole to its limit. They instinctively began grunting to help it along, simultaneously going beet red at the experience of having their tortured anus exposed to three strangers.
âGood job, there you go,â the woman said mockingly. âWhat a shame you canât do this in the privacy of your own home like a regular adult. Youâre so loud, too!â She held one of their legs open then had one of her friends hold the other one. Despite their desperate protests, the women pulled their legs apart and up, leaning them back slightly on the toilet so their taut, flexing anus was on perfect display for the third friend, who held her nose with one hand and pointed with the other, laughing.
âOkay, keep going, weâll help you,â the second woman said, warmer than her domineering friend. In the futility and absurdity of the situation, they felt comforted by her presence. While looking up into her kind eyes, they gave into the urge again, straining as silently as possible â their face twisted and red, teeth clenched, body trembling. They felt a couple inches thrust out without dropping; the log was rock solid and uniform like a baseball bat emerging from their bottom.
âDonât be afraid to grunt,â the kinder woman said, giggling slightly. âI know it helps. Come on, grunt it out.â
âYeah, let us hear you,â the first woman said, patronizing them with her grin.
They were so desperate at this point for the entire situation to be over with. They just wanted this dump out, and they would do anything to do it, even if it meant they would have to grunt furiously like a wild animal in an open stall. Taking a deep breath and gathering their courage, they grabbed themself by the back of their knees and groaned gutturally, so hard it hurt their throat. They tuned out the noises of strangers watching and mocking, and something completely primal overtook them, and they began birthing the stool out in earnest. They rocked on the toilet seat and shook like a leaf while straining as the load reached its maximum thickness, streaked with blood, inching forth from their suffering anus. âGod, it needs to come OUT,â they groaned. âOut, out, out!â They punctuated each word with a forceful push into their bottom.
The the thing thudded and splashed into the toilet bowl like a boulder, leaving their anus red and enflamed and yawning wide. The relief they felt was orgasmic, causing them to moan out embarrassingly loud. They let go of their legs and the women did too. They took in massive breath after breath as smaller waves of peristalsis forced hot streams of softer poop from their loosened hole. Bubbly farts flew out freely, and they had no power or desire to stop them anymore. They were simply glad to have gotten the hardest part over with.
After basking in the relief for a moment, they remembered they were still in a public bathroom with three strangers â or more, they thought. Anyone couldâve come and gone during that and I wouldâve been way too busy to notice. Not to mention who couldâve heard from outside.
They looked at the women, who were all smiling kindly now. The leader of the three gave them a friendly little wave before they all finally let them be.
They pushed out the last few pieces of poop, during which a man entered the bathroom and made eye contact with them while he washed his hands. They just smiled pleasantly, face red and slightly strained as they pushed gently. They didnât care now, not after that.
They wiped, and unsuccessfully attempted to flush their mess. But they hardly cared. They had a great day at work with their tummy comfortably empty again
I posted this on my old account (@ewhot) before I deleted it so Iâm reposting it here :) enjoy pervert freaks
warnings: shit+piss+diapers
pairing: gender neutral A & female partner B
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A always struggled with incontinence â they found it difficult to listen to their body. They never quite knew when to stop eating, or when to go to the bathroom. Their partner B often had to remind them to eat, and sometimes A wouldnât realize they needed to go to the toilet until they were practically messing themself.
B wanted to put an end to it. She loved A dearly and hated to see them struggle. She didnât mind reminding them to eat, but it was harder to remind them to consistently go to the bathroom. She came up with a plan, picking up a package of adult diapers from the store one day.
âSo I have an idea,â she told A, sitting them down on the couch. âYou know how you have trouble going potty without being reminded?â
A nodded and blushed.
B pulled out the diapers. âI was thinking you could wear these. Then, whenever you are, when you need to go, you can just go! What do you think?â
A squirmed where they say. âI mean...it sounds a little...embarrassing,â they admitted.
âBut itâs less embarrassing than pooping or peeing your pants, right?â B said.
A thought for a minute. âI...I guess youâre right. This is...a good idea.â They sounded unsure, but willing to give it a try. Then they asked, âwho would change me? Change my diapers, I mean?â
âI would, silly,â B said. âYouâll wear one all day and night and you can tell me when youâve used the diaper, and then Iâll get you a fresh one.â
A was warming up to the idea. They let B help them into the diaper, and then the two were off to bed.
A always fell asleep before B. They liked to be the little spoon, curled up against B. It wasnât long before A was snoring softly. B closed her eyes and listened to the sound of her sweet partner.
After an hour or so of drifting in and out of sleep, B felt Aâs tummy tighten. She opened her eyes and looked at the back of Aâs head.
âA?â She said softly. No reply. They were still sound asleep.
A thrusted their bottom back against B and whined quietly. B quickly realized what was going on. A was about to have their first poop in the diaper. B put her arms around Aâs torso and began softly rubbing their tummy, feeling it tense once more.
âLet it come out,â she whispered to A, holding them close to her. âPush it out whenever youâre ready.â
B heard the gentle noise of liquid trickling into the diaper as A released their bladder. Then A quivered, and a short throaty grunt left their lips. B heard the diaper crinkling and she smiled. âGood job, sweetie,â she whispered as the sound of urine dissipated, and something solid forced its way out.
A wasnât done. They launched into another unconscious push, pulling their legs up to their chest, their stomach flexing against Bâs arms. The diaper crinkled and popped as it flexed outward against Bâs thighs. A let out another shaky grunt and breathed heavily.
B pressed her fingers to Aâs tummy and could still feel more poop waiting to be pushed out. âYouâre doing so good,â she whispered. Suddenly A jerked awake.
âWha- what?â They sat up, looking around sleepily. Then B saw their expression change. Their face contorted involuntarily, and their eyes glazed over. A noise of confusion and urgency came from their lips as another log crowed from their bum. âOh my god, I-â they tried to speak, spreading their legs instinctively and leaning back on the pillows. âIâm pooping, hhhnnnnnnnnmmngg, Iâm pooping,â they grunted, then released their push, panting hard. âWhy didnât you wake me up??â
B brushed some hair from Aâs sleepy face. âHoney, this is what the diapers are for. So you can poop whenever you need to without having to worry about messing the bed.â
Aâs face twisted again as they stared at B, unable to speak through another massive effort of their bowels trying to empty themselves. âI donât - Hnnnnnnnnnmng,â they groaned so gutturally it was almost a growl. Then they panted. âI...This is so...babyish,â
They blushed, closing their legs back up and looking away from B. âI feel icky.â
âAw, baby,â B said. âDonât. I think this will be really good for you. Arenât you glad you didnât have an accident in the hallway like last time? Wasnât this much more relaxing?â
A looked at her. âYeah, I guess.â They smiled.
âGood,â B leaned over to kiss their cheek. âNow, are you all finished?â
âI think so,â they said.
âDo you want me to change you before we go back to sleep?â
âYes please.â
They both got up to head to the bathroom. Just before they got there, A trailing behind B holding her hand, A urgently dropped into a squat and grunted again.
âOh no! I guess you werenât done,â B turned around and sat down next to A, whoâs face was grimacing and red. The diaper was taut and bulging now. âHmm. I donât know if you have much more room,â B said, patting the back of the warm diaper.
A finally stopped pushing and breathed heavily. âI...have...more,â they said.
B had another idea. âLetâs just lay you down, open up the diaper, and have you finish pooping like that, okay?â
A let B take them into the bathroom, lay them down, and begin unfastening the diaper. âPlease hurry,â A said. âMy tummy is trying to push and I - nnnng - I wanna get the rest out.â
B pulled the diaper open. It was filled with dozens of dark hard pebbles and four log segments thicker than Aâs wrist. It was also heavy and hot with piss. âOh goodness, you had a lot in there, huh?â B said. Then she looked at Aâs anus, which was poking out and puckering in wildly with Aâs effort not to bear down quite yet. âOkay,â she said, scooting the diaper down so A had room to unload the rest of their dump. âGo for it.â
A nodded, spreading their legs and looking into Bâs eyes as they pushed. A fart came first, followed by a smooth, wide, softer movement that coiled up under their bottom. âIâm almost done,â they grunted, giving another small push. A couple more pieces fell from their thoroughly stretched anus. Then they were finished.
âWow,â A panted. âThat was...a lot.â
âBet it felt good to get it out, though,â B said.
A nodded. âYouâre right. I could get used to this diaper thing.â
*days later*
After A and B agreed that A would wear diapers full-time, they laid down some ground rules.
âI think itâs really important that you donât take the diapers off without my permission. You should always use the diapers to go,â B said, sitting across from A at the dining table.
A didnât disagree, but made an unsatisfied face. âI mean...what if I can make it to the toilet, though?â
âBaby, the whole reason we put you in diapers in the first place is because you canât make it to the toilet on time! It will save you and me some grief if you just get used to the diaper. I do not want you taking it off without permission. Understood?â B said sternly.
A nodded, arms crossed. âI can only take it off to change myself when youâre not here.â They repeated the rules to themself. B nodded.
âThatâs right,â she said. âAnd youâll put a new one back on right afterwards. Trust me, sweetie. This is going to be good for you.â Then she stood up. âOkay, I have my appointment in a few minutes. Iâm gonna go. But I wonât be too long. Be good!â She kissed Aâs forehead on her way out the front door.
A huffed and sat on the couch. Their tummy had been gurgling for an hour or so. They surely would be able to poop soon...maybe even in the toilet, since B was gone. A took a deep breath and did push into the seat of their diaper. Nothing. No movement.
They sighed and turned on the Xbox to play till something happened.
A half-hour later, a fart was pressing hard against their anus. They bore down slightly and blasted a dry fart into the diaper. Then something began to descend. They could feel something wide and firm forcing its way towards the exit. It wasnât there yet, but it was urgent enough for A to pause their game, and make their way to the toilet, despite Bâs explicit instruction.
They didnât bother closing the bathroom door since B was not home. They pulled the diaper off. The cool air send chills over their private parts and their exposed bottom. Their anus flexed instinctively at being near the toilet. It was ready to come out now.
A lowered their bum onto the cold toilet seat, feeling like an adult finally for the first time in weeks. A stream of piss began trickling from them as the pressure on their bottom grew stronger and stronger. As the last of the piss dribbled out, A heard their anus crackling wide open, and the head of a firm sausage emerged before A even had to push. They let it hang for a moment, and it felt so good to be stretched so wide around the turd.
As they were reveling in the feeling, they heard the front doorknob turn. The poop sucked back up into Aâs bottom and they felt themself flood with fear.
âA? Baby?â B called.
âJust a s-second!â A yelled, hoping B didnât come looking for them. Oh, how they wished theyâd closed the bathroom door.
Just as A was about to get off the toilet and put their diaper back on, the poop wanted out, as if it was angry at A for forcing it back inside. Their gut contracted hard and they grunted, pushing the tough head of the poop back out.
âA?â B said again, her voice getting closer. âDid you say something?â
âN-â A tried to call out, but their tummy threatened to force a grunt out of them once more. Finally they couldnât hold it back. A forceful, drawn-out throaty sound came from their mouth as they strained the poop through their anus. Then B appeared in the bathroom doorway.
She raised her eyebrows at the sight of A, legs spread on the toilet, red-faced and grimacing up at them guiltily. âWhat are you doing?â She asked quietly.
âPooping,â A said shamefully, panting from the exertion. âI just wanted to try going on the toilet again! Please donât be mad at me!â
B sat on the bathtub edge across from the toilet and spread Aâs knees, seeing a smooth, firm log crackling from Aâs bum. As she watched, A gave a forceful push, and B saw the poop pick up speed, then it plopped down into the toilet. Aâs anus closed back up.
âPlease, Iâm so sorry, I just really didnât want to go in the diaper today!â A pleaded, reaching for the toilet paper. B grabbed their wrist.
âNo, no wiping. Lay down and Iâll get the wipes. Letâs get that diaper back on you.â She helped A into their back. âAnd letâs flush this away,â she said, looking at the solid log in the toilet. She pulled the lever.
âAre you going to punish me?â A asked as B began to wipe their hole with a wet wipe. B sighed.
âItâs not going to be a punishment so much as a reminder,â B said. âBut weâll deal with that later. Letâs go to bed.â
Too afraid to ask more, A let B do up their diaper and take them to the bedroom.
The next few days were uneventful, but A remained suspicious. What would this punishment entail?
B spent the days practically spoon-feeding A all their favorite foods: pizza, pasta, fries, the works. A was wary of what these delicious foods meant for their punishment, for they were sure it meant something â but they were a sucker for all the yummy greasy treats and tried to push suspicion from their mind as they dived in. It wasnât till the third night that they felt something was very wrong.
I havenât pooped, they thought, feeling their stomach. That was when they filled with dread suspecting what B was going to do to them.
B slipped something into Aâs drink the next morning.
âWhat is that?â A said, eyeing their glass of water.
âItâs your punishment. Or, your reminder,â she said. âItâs a little tablet that will get your tummy ready for what I have planned today.â
âWhich is?â A asked nervously.
âI have lots of errands to do and I thought you could come with me,â B said casually. âGrocery store, pharmacy, starbucks...â
âIs this going to make me poop?â A asked, staring at the plate of breakfast food theyâd just emptied.
âJust drink it, baby. Donât worry, Iâll be with you the whole time.â B soothed.
As she stared at A, they raised their water glass to their lips and downed it, punishment pill and all.
A tried to forget about the mysterious pill as they accompanied B on her dayâs errands. They got coffee first. A didnât want any, fearing the coffee would speed up their bowels, but B just smiled, kissed their cheek, and order them a big iced latte.
âNot even with almond milk?â A said as they waited for their order. âYou know what dairy does to my tummy.â
B hummed. âI do. Thatâs why I ordered it for you. Weâre going to see just exactly why itâs important for you to wear the diaper.â She patted Aâs bottom loud enough for the crinkling diaper to sound.
A sipped their latte nervously in the car. Their tummy felt so full from breakfast, and from the past 3 days of food. So far it was just a deep twinging ache; not urgent yet, but A could tell their guts were getting ready to force out a barrage of pent-up turds.
âWhat was that pill?â A asked again, squeezing their legs together.
B chuckled. âAre you feeling icky?â
âYes,â A said, aggravated now. âWhat was the pill?â
âItâs a digestion aid.â
âWhat kind of aid??â
âIt stimulates bowel contractions, and helps add some...bulk.â
âWhat??? My poops are already big as is!!â A blushed at their own desperation to gain control of the situation. âI donât need that stupid pill. Itâs just going to make me uncomfortable.â
âSweetie, I promise you donât have to worry about a thing. Itâs not going to harm you, and Iâll make sure no one gives you any trouble.â
âWhy would they give me trouble?? Are you going to force me to-â they almost couldnât finish the sentence, the thought was too terrible. She wonât make me poop my diaper in public, will she? They thought.
B just turned into the parking lot of the pharmacy with a small smile. âDonât worry about it,â she said.
While B talked to the pharmacist, A said in a chair and squirmed. The pressure building in their gut was coming on faster and stronger than A thought it would. It was becoming hard to take their mind off it.
At this point, A hoped B would just let them mess their diaper in the car, rather than the grocery store. Iâll try to do it on the next drive, they thought to themself, hoping the massive dump would be ready in time.
âPlease hurry,â A was bobbing their knees watching B collect her medicine from the pharmacist. The pressure was begging to be released just a little bit, and A relaxed their bottom slightly. A crackling fart shot into their diaper, wetter and louder than they were expecting. The poop would definitely be ready soon.
B turned around. âMm, getting closer, baby?â She said, patting A on the shoulder. A was mortified, sure the pharmacist had heard their fart.
âLetâs just go,â A mumbled, standing up. B held their hand as they exited the pharmacy.
A massaged their tummy in the car, readying themself to push out their dump before arriving at the grocery store. As B turned on the car, A bore down, trying not to grunt as to not alert B.
Immediately a series of painful loud farts came out. A groaned softly. B looked at them.
âYour cheeks are pink,â she noted warningly. âAre you pushing?â
A shook their head quickly. âNo, just...trying to relieve some pressure, thatâs all.â
âYou are not to poop until itâs absolutely necessary. I donât want you wearing a messy diaper for longer than you need to.â
A made a noise of frustration. âI donât want to poop in the store!! Please can I just do it now? It feels ready,â they said. their recent farts had their hole feeling a lot looser, and they could feel a heavy load descending into their colon.
B shook her head. âNo, youâre going to wait till it comes out on its own. You can push when your body pushes for you.â
A was too aggravated to say anything else, so they just continued letting hot, silent farts seep into their diaper, trying desperately to alleviate the aches in their tummy.
By the time they pulled into the grocery store parking lot, A felt the sudden intense urge to let it all out. Their anus burned and a tiny fart escaped. The whined and groaned again, wanting so badly to bear down but too embarrassed to beg again. B turned off the car. âOkay, letâs go in. Want to push the cart for me?â
A glared at her and got out of the car gingerly, walking slowly with their thighs clenched. They grabbed a cart on their way in and B lead them to the produce section.
Aâs grip on the cart handle tightened as they drew in a sharp breath. Their stomach twisted and cramped viciously, a horrid pain overtaking their entire gut and forcing them to bend over. âOh god, oh god, no,â they whined. A fart shot into the diaper, not loud enough to alert nearby shoppers, but loud enough for B to hear and chuckle.
âOh, poor baby. Having trouble holding it?â She put a bunch of bananas in the cart. Aâs face twisted with the effort to resist the urge to relax and push, hunched over in the grocery store. So they just nodded.
âMmhmm,â they groaned, trying to stand up straight and keep pushing the cart forward. The urge subsided gradually, but A feared its return â they could tell the next contraction would be too demanding to resist.
The two made their way around the store, A whining and squirming quietly like a child. They would feel the irresistible childish urge to bend their knees each time they stopped walking, so they would rush B frequently.
âPlease please can we go?â A whined. A woman in the dairy section looked over at A pitifully. A blushed hard. âB, please. Iâm desperate and my tummy hurts and I just wanna leave.â
âIâm not done shopping yet, sweetie,â B lead them to the baby section. âWe need to pick up some more diapers for you, seeing as youâre about to fill this one.â She giggled and the woman heard, shooting them a confused, embarrassed look. A was horrified.
Then it was happening. A hot, painful fart forced its way out of A, and a brutal contraction seized their stomach. âOw!! Fuck, fuck, fuck,â they moaned, tears prickling their eyes. âB, I really canât hold it, I canât, I canât,â they said.
B knew they were truly desperate now. âOkay, honey, good. You can let it go. Do you want me to help you into the cart so you can focus on pooping?â
A nodded and resisted the urge as much as possible while B helped them climb into the bed of the shopping cart, which was empty enough that they could sit in a low squat with their legs spread comfortably. Once they were situated and B began pushing the cart through the busy baby food isle, A decided they had no option but to let go.
While staring up at the ceiling lights, they drew in a massive breath, and bore down, grunting shortly. A man shopping next to their cart looked around suddenly and was met with the view of Aâs reddening face, and their crinkly white diaper beneath their thin leggings.
âPlease...gggnnnnnngg...donât look at me,â A whined and grunted pitifully, trying not to look the man in the eyes. The man was alarmed and quickly turned back around.
B chuckled. âSorry, donât mind them. Theyâre totally backed up, but looks like itâs finally ready to come out, huh?â She smiled down at A, who was frustratedly launching into another push.
They could feel their anus flexing out, but the hole remained shut tight, despite the enormous urge to unload. âIt wonât come out,â A heaved, sweat beginning to glisten on their forehead.
B pushed the cart towards checkout, where there was a long line of customers with full carts. âKeep trying, darling. Try holding your knees.â
âI donât want anyone to hear me,â A said quietly as they drew nearer to the shoppers in line.
âItâs a natural process sweetie, everyone understands that. Just focus on getting your poop out.â B smiled down at them. âNow let me see you push.â
A could not think of anything else to do, so they propped their feet up on the baby seat of the cart, and began grunting, overcome with the primal urge to force their anus open. They screwed their eyes shut.
âGood job, thatâs a good push,â B said, caressing their knee. âIs it coming out?â
âItâs....hnnnng....hnnnng!!!!! Itâs starting to open up my bottom,â A grunted. A prickling sensation spread through their anus as it started to dome downward, a knobbly wide stool working its way out. âI just need to...HHNNG..push!!!â
A woman in front of them in line turned around. âOh, poor thing. Are they constipated?â She said to B. B nodded. âThey have a hard time using the potty at home so sometimes we have to use diapers. Isnât that right, baby?â
A tried to hide their face, but their stomach was forcing them to push hard, and the urge to spread their legs wider overcame them. They used their hands to pull their knees to their chest, and with a grunt that was nearly a yell, they felt the tip of their poop widen their anus. âGgggggggrrrrggg....itâs coming!!â They grunted. Their chest heaved. A pebble fell into the seat of their diaper.
âThatâs it, baby,â B said, placing her hand on the bottom of the diaper. She felt something rock hard push against it.
A felt like they were being split in half by how wide and rocky their stool was. Its tip finally touched the diaper. âIâm pooping,â they groaned uncontrollably. âHnng, Iâm pooping now, please donât look!!â
B just hummed comfortingly and the woman in front of them in line giggled softly. Aâs loud efforts were drawing a small crowd of onlookers. âDonât watch me!â They begged through a grunt. âIâm pooping!!â
B began loading groceries onto the conveyer belt when they were next in line at the cashier. She acted casually, as if A was not there. Aâs stomach was kicking into reflex mode now was the first section of their log thudded like a stump into their diaper. It grew harder to push out the poop as the diaper filled, but their stomach demanded to be emptied and simply forced them to grunt out rock after rock. They made animalistic sounds of effort, strain and humiliation as the diaper began to stretch, trying to accommodate their stool.
The cashier looked at them sympathetically as she rang up Bâs purchases. âAre you okay?â She asked.
A was delirious, not even ashamed anymore. âYes, Iâm just...hnnnng...Iâm pooping,â they said, pushing as they shared eye contact with the stranger. âGoing poop.â
âI can see that,â she said. Her and B shared a knowing glance.
âItâs big and hard so Iâm...hmmmmg..having a hard time,â A reached down and felt the diaper expanding and growing heavy.
âWell, good luck finishing off that stinker,â the cashier said, handing B her receipt.
A smiled shakily as a softer log coiled out of them. B pushed the cart towards the exit while A was still lost in their own little world, now completely acting on instinct as the rode the waves of peristalsis ushering smooth turds from their loosened bottom.
âWow, you are a super pooper,â B said as she pushed the cart to their car and unlocked it. âAre you done yet?â
A shook their head, getting to their hands and knees in the cart. Hot, loose pieces of poop came now, sending farts out with each contraction of Aâs gut.
âLet me help you into the car. You can finish pooping on the drive home, okay?â B said.
âOkay, just let me...uggh,â a loud fart and a squelching sound came from Aâs bottom. Then they stood on shaky knees and let B help them step out of the cart. While B put the cart away, A leaned with their head against the car and their bottom pushed out, not caring that strangers could see them, and let soft, demanding poop spew from their anus.
B came back and helped A slowly into the car, while their legs shook furiously and their hole flexed in and out like pair of lips puckering. Finally they were seated in the passenger seat, with their feet up on the dash, comfortably pooping again, forcing the final segments of stool out into the stuffed diaper.
B got into the drivers seat and looked over at A. âYou looked so beautiful in there,â she said. âWorking so hard to empty yourself.â
A breathed heavily and the scent of their massive dump filled the car. âThanks,â they said. They werenât even annoyed anymore that B forced them to shit in public, they were just glad to be finally empty.
When they got home, B changed Aâs diaper and put on a fresh one, then let A take a nap. They were simply exhausted.
having my specific lineup of kinks is so weird and makes it difficult to find content i really like lol like i love ero (basically watching someone shit and the psychological and physiological experience) but i donât like anything that involves touching, tasting, or even smelling shit. iâm not into farts at all. i like piss but only from the omorashi angles really. i donât like vomiting, bellies/stuffing, vore, or burping. none of these things are outright hard limits, like i definitely see them on my feed and it doesnât bother me but it doesnât do anything for me.
Oh my god youâre ewhot?!? Dude all of your old posts were so good!!! I know this kink is embarrassing but you should be very proud of your writing! Your old and new stories are considered elite in my mind, easily some of my favorites â¤ď¸. If you ever feel comfortable with it I hope you consider re uploading your old stuff! So glad to hear youâre back, hope youâre well âşď¸
thank you dude đĽşđĽş I have some stuff I could re-upload, Iâll have to dig through my locked notes on my notes app lol
I am proud of my writing!! Iâm glad so many people enjoyed it. Iâm working on writing outside of kink stuff too â one of my biggest ambitions is to be a published author. When Iâm feeling perverted AND feeling motivated to write I can put out some really good stuff lol
I love your writing too đ I feel like weâre kind of on the same freak-uency when it comes to scat stuff đđđ
Thinking about someone being forced to give a stool sample at the doctorâs office while being observed by the doctor/nurses. They give the doctor a look of surprise when the doctor sets out a bedpan and asks them to squat. They immediately turn red and being protesting, but the thought of pooping and the sudden nervousness causes their stomach to begin churning. âI felt something nice and big in there when I felt your abdominal region earlier,â the doctor shakes his head and grins at the patient. âIâm sure you can push something out.â
Just then, the patient lets out a fart. They begin spluttering. âI donât- I donât need to poop, Iâm just nervous,â they say. The doctor just smiles more, and sits down on his chair, legs crossed, waiting with his eyes focused on the patient.
They squirm now, mortified. Are they really about to poop in front of the doctor? The more they think about it, the more air seems to chug through their intestines, urging them to force out dry farts.
âThereâs no need to be scared,â the doctor says. The patient avoids his eyes and weighs their options while sweat begins to bead on their forehead.
Suddenly their stomach cramps, slightly, but enough that it forces a small grunt from their lips. They look at the doctor, horrified at their moment of weakness. The doctor chuckles. âCome on, just let it out and it will all be over with,â he says. âSounds like itâs coming soon wether you like it or not.â
They want to burst into frustrated tears as an ache begins to grow in their stomach. Whimpering, they pull off their pants and underwear, feeling cool air brush their skin. Just the act of undressing prepares his bowels for evacuation, and the urge grows immensely stronger within seconds. His breathing quickens as he gets gingerly into a squatting position.
âThere we go. Alright, begin whenever youâre ready,â the doctor comes closer in his chair, so heâs eye-level with the patientâs bottom. The patient is practically dripping sweat with the effort to not blast hot farts into the doctorâs face.
âPlease can I just be alone?â They squeak out, one more futile attempt to gain privacy. The doctor looks up at their face, smiles gently, and shakes his head.
âNope, this is how we make sure weâre getting a fresh untampered sample,â he says. âNow come on, let it out.â
The patientâs legs are quaking ever so slightly as a cramp seizes their gut. A long dry fart whistles from their anus as it begins to stretch. They squeeze their eyes shut in shame, muttering incomprehensibly under their breath. âPlease, no, please, no, not here,â they whine. Then theyâre cut off by their own furious grunt as the urge to bear down becomes overwhelming. âHhnnnnnnnng!â
They are horrified at their own primal noises. Their eyes open to see the doctor smiling pleasantly at them, then looking down at their doming anus. âWow, are your movements usually this solid and difficult to get out?â He asks pleasantly.
âY-yes,â the patient says shamefully. They stare at the doctor with glazed eyes as they begin another push. A loud fart pops out around the brick of poop widening their hole. They grunt loudly again, and it feels so good they almost donât care that the nurses and other patients outside might hear them. Their stomach pulses with the urge to push as hard as possible to get the poop out. Its fat dry head is beginning to crown now, forcing their anus taut and wider than theyâd ever seen it before.
âGood job,â the doctor says as he watches the patientâs bottom open wide for accommodate the load. He looks up into the patientâs glassy eyes, their face contorted in effort, strain, and humiliation. âThis is hard work for you, huh?â He asks. The patient gets even redder, deepening their squat by leaning back on their hands and thrusting their pelvis forward. They are launched into another involuntary instinctive push, one that forces an animalistic grunt from their throat. They shake and shudder as the poop reaches its maximum width, bulging forth like a tree trunk from the earth.
âHere it comes,â they grunt out, taking in a massive breath. Their belly muscles tighten and constrict once more, and an almighty groan comes from their lungs. âItâs coming, itâs coming,â they say as the poop inches further out of their bum, rocky and glinting in the light. Finally it thuds into the bedpan, and the patient lets out an unencumbered sigh of relief.
having my specific lineup of kinks is so weird and makes it difficult to find content i really like lol like i love ero (basically watching someone shit and the psychological and physiological experience) but i donât like anything that involves touching, tasting, or even smelling shit. iâm not into farts at all. i like piss but only from the omorashi angles really. i donât like vomiting, bellies/stuffing, vore, or burping. none of these things are outright hard limits, like i definitely see them on my feed and it doesnât bother me but it doesnât do anything for me.
Scat and ovi is something I really wish was combined more often. They both kind of have the same appeal so why not!
Imagine a guy with a snake-like partner. Maybe a Naga kind of deal? About every month or so they lay eggs, and have been trying to convince their mate that he would looove having them stuffed in his tummy. Their non-humans instincts leave them feeling so broody and desperate when that time comes around. They foggily recall literally groveling in front of their beloved life mate. Theyâre begging to let them fill him up. The first days of their mating cycle have been rough. Their swollen slit has given way to two twitching cocks, left on permanent display as they canât possibly retract them in this state. One cock functions as the ovipositor, and its become oh so swollen as the nagas cycle progresses. The base and a patch of their tummy bulge slightly with eggs. They take their humans hand and places it on their tummy, showing them how full and achy they are. The human partner relents after seeing a few genuine pathetic tears slip from their love. Heâs very nervous, however. Theyâve hardly even experimented with anal! Now heâs just supposed to take a whole ovipositor up his ass AND eggs?? Itâs intimidating to say the least. He does his best to keep his voice calm, but it still comes out tense and slightly shrill
âWhere would they even go honey?!â
The naga does their best to explain, the fullness in their navel and heat down below clouding their thoughts.
âWeâre a very hardy species, the eggs just need some nutrients and a warm place to stay, theyâll make room I promise.â They manage to gasp out.
Their human gives an amused snort, not missing the pride the statement is delivered with. He meets his partner on the floor, resting a hand on scaly navel again, watching with fascination as they grunt and squirm a little. He can feel resistance as he massages the swollen area. If he pushes hard enough he can even feel the individual eggs. A shiny hand is suddenly wrapped around their wrist, their partner has a looks of deep concentration in their face. Their other hand is tightly gripping around the base of their cock. The human gasps as he watches his partner hold onto the eggs they so desperately wanted out.
âPlease, I-ah!â The veins in their hands bulge as they push back against bulge in their cock. âIâll be gentle, youâll love it! Iâll take care of everything I just needyoutotakemyeggsnow.â
He canât stand seeing his partner so desperate, a few eggs in his ass is worth it if it puts his beloved at peace. He steels himself and, after calming the naga down, they move to the bedroom. His partner is indeed very gentle, opening him up in the nicest of ways and taking things slow despite their clear desperation. Itâs lovely and sweet and perfect but that part isnât what weâre here for >:).
The human gasps as the swelled base of an egg filled ovipositor pushes insistently at his rim. Itâs intense, but he feels relaxed enough to take it. The naga watches with glassy eyes as, with a determined grunt, he pushes down and pops the rest in. Their patience has run out. The squeeze around their cock coaxes the first egg out before the human even has time to adjust to the intrusion. All he can do is hold onto their scaly partner while they grind up into them, letting out pleased hums as they work on pushing the rest into their mate. Theyâre lost in a haze of instincts. The satisfaction of breeding their partner paired with the tightness finally leaving the nagas navel left them drooling against their mates neck. They were far too dazed to notice the humans struggle.
Heâs wrapped up in his lovers lower half, chilly scales doing little to soothe the ache of egg after egg after egg being pushed into his tummy. They were about apple sized, and from what heâd seen from the naga in the past, a full clutch would be about 20. His eyes cross as he feels what he thinks is the twelfth push past his rim, the eggs all jostle each other when it enters. God, heâs so full, he squirms and tries to wriggle against the nagas hold. He needs to get into a more relaxing position or get his hands on his stomach, anything to help with the pressure inside of him.
The distress is immediately felt by the snake, and they give small chirps as they readjust their mate, placing them slightly in their back. They bring cool hands to the stretched skin in front of them. Pupils filling the expanse of their eyes as they ease their partners discomfort. Their hazy brain is telling them to massage upwards. Slightly rough pushes to his taught stomach are met with a rewarding wheeze. Theyâre on a mission to get their full clutch into their human; they need him as full as heâll allow.
The human groans as his partners ovipositor finally leaves his hole with a pop. He makes an attempt to move, but itâs met with a scolding click. Scaly skin coils tighter, keeping him in place. His stomach is still being pushed and pressed at. The naga seemed to want the eggs worked up into his body more. He can feel them jostle around in his belly, itâs so full. His eyes feel as heavy as his stomach. His body urges him to sleep as his body adjusts to the large clutch.
The naga gives a contented sigh. They watch their dozing human as they continue to palpate their belly. Their now empty body practically sings in satisfaction, feeling more relief than any previous cycle had given them. They are determined to give their partner the best care possible while he carries their clutch. They are a little clueless to how a human body would handle the process, though.
When the human wakes, he finds heâs been lovingly tucked into bed. He feels so warm and heavy under all the blankets heâs been given, itâs impossible not to doze for a while longer. He curls onto his side to get more cozy. Well, he attempts to.
âOh god-mmfâ
The movement causes last nights tryst to become blindingly apparent. Every egg seems to jostle individually with the movement. The human gasps and wraps an arm around his stomach; attempting to keep everything still. The eggs had him feeling so full! He knew what he was getting into, but would he feel this sluggish and weighed down for the next month? How would he function like this?
His answer appears in a blur of scales. A clink of porcelain is heard before cold hands steady him, moving his body out of the awkward twist heâd been stuck in.
âHow are you feeling, love?â
The naga is looking rather anxious, eyes wide and mouth pulled into a grimace as they wait for an answer. This cycle had really done a number on their brain, what were they thinking! They havenât reproduced with a human before, they didnât have the slightest clue to how his body would handle eggs! They had woken up to their swollen mate snoring in their curled up body and almost screamed. Half with joy and half with horror, they canât believe they had gotten him to agree to this! A thorough search of the humans body showed no signs of injury, they gave a relieved sigh at that. If anything internal was damaged their mate surely wouldnât be sleeping soâŚ.adorably. everything was okay so far.
The half snake shakes off their train of thought when a miserable groan answers their question.
âFullâŚâ the human barely has the energy to mumble as his partner props some pillows behind him.
âOh honey, why did you let me do this to you?â They coo, wanting to hear how he felt before letting any excitement show.
âMm, you were hurting, wantâd to helpâ their mate gave a weak smile, sleep giving his speech a slight slur.
âYou are so very braveâ the naga placed a kiss on the humans forehead âIâll take the best care of you to make up for this, speaking of-â a warm bowl of soup is in the nagas hands, and they hold it out to the human. He pales at the idea of stuffing anything into himself in this state. âYou need to eat.â His partner is frowning, confused by his reluctance to feed. He should be starving! They just spent a mating cycle together and he had eggs he needed to nourish! That should work up a crazy appetite no matter the species. The human sighs and relents to the nagas caretaking urges. The soup is warm and healing and everything in his body screams at him to take more, but the weight in his stomach is telling his brain too full too full itâs too much! It takes a long time, but eventually the bowl is empty and the snake is satisfied.
âThe eggs are in my stomach, lizard brain, Iâm really fucking full.â The human is finally able to remind them now that theyâre feeling a little less frantic. They hiss in embarrassment and apologize to the human, obviously thatâs why heâs not hungry!
âWeâll go slower next time, but you really do need to eat. Itâs good for all of youâ they smile proudly and place a hand on the humans belly. Their toothy smile drops when they feel a gurgle from underneath their palm. The human groans and bends forward as much as his body will allow. It still doesnât hurt, but his guts are clearly doing some weird shit, the human body doesnât really expect solids in the stomach like this after all. He takes a moment to really look at himself. His belly is pushed out a good bit, but the swell looks far too gentle in contrast to how stuffed he feels. The next month was going to be intense
He needs help with everything now. Getting anywhere around the house requires the addition of one overeager serpent at his side. The eggs are their own issue, the weight sitting heavy in his rounded stomach. They make him feel lethargic and every movement has him breathless, each egg seems to shift with him. But he has another problemâŚ
His partner is somehow, too doting? Anytime he feels like he might be getting used to the eggs- large, homemade meals are nearly forced down his throat. His partner is very insistent on making sure he and their clutch get enough nutrients. Resisting is not on the table. He wonât act like he hates it though, the naga is practically his shadow now. Coaxing him to bed, keeping him fed, entertaining him in cheesy displays that show just how well his partner knows him. Itâs nice, to be taken of so thoroughly.
He has another unfortunate problem though, with the clutch growing in his stomach, it is making otherâŚprocesses more difficult. He does his best to muffle the sounds of his predicament. But when he has to uh, use the bathroom, his body needs to push his waste passed the eggs in his stomach. Itâs a mortifying sensation, he has to push embarrassingly hard to get anything out; and when he does, he feels the eggs settle back down in his guts to take up the extra room. Some gasps and heaves will make their way past his clenched fingers, and his partner is right at the door. Nervously questioning if heâs feeling alright. Itâs a wonder he can even use the bathroom alone. The human desperately hopes he can keep this gross bit of the process to himself.
He has no such luck, of course. By about week three, the eggs seemed to have taken up most of the room in his stomach. He was horrified to find he could no longer pass anything in the morning. He strained for hours in an attempt to rid his body of the full feeling he felt upon waking. Nothing moved. The human sighs and cleans up, holding his stomach as he heaved himself off of the toilet. I just have another week, he tells himself with a deep breath, I just need to keep this to myself till then.
Turns out, acting normal in front of your partner when your body is stuffed with eggs and shit, is incredibly hard. He curses inwardly every time heâs a little too snappy with the naga, hoping they attribute it to the eggs. He feels like a damn ballon as he lays in their curled up tail on the couch. His belly presses heavily against his body; heâs spent the last few minutes squirming to find a comfortable way to lay.
The naga is chatting mindlessly, clearly picking on their mates sour mood, and hoping to remedy it. They hiss in sympathy when he wiggles around on their body. Clearly the eggs are a lot for their poor mate, but they can certainly help! Itâs their job as a proper naga after all. They watch for another minute, attempting to note which parts of the humans body seemed the most uncomfortable. From the way he groaned when he lay back a little too fast, his stomach seemed to be the biggest problem. Duh. The naga lowers their head down to kiss at their mates neck, reaching hands around taut skin as they did so. The shift putting the human in a more upright position. The skin of his belly feels warm to the touch, practically thrumming with life. The naga smiles a little giddily as they rub small circles on the lower part of their partners tummy, and then lifts a little. The noise the human releases at that has their ears flaming red. He sounded damn near pleasured by the weight being lifted from his body. They guessed that made sense, the eggs must be putting a lot of strain on him. They ignore their flustering arousal and continue massaging and holding onto swollen flesh. They hoped they were being good enough for the human.
He was in heaven. The weight of his stuffed middle being supported even just a little was blissful. His hips and spine no longer felt like they were being crushed, and the cool hands massaging his heated skin was a soothing balm. He couldnât even attempt to contain his noises, his serpent lover was treating him like a damn stress ball. They would life their belly this way and that, seeming to note which actions bought the most relief. Each jostle and rub felt like it moved individual eggs in him, the feeling of them shifting inside his body was truly bizarre. Not unpleasant, though. It almost felt like his inside were being massaged too. His vision feels hazy as he rests his head against the nagas chest, smiling blearily in thanks. They look back warmly, lifting the bottom of his belly with one hand and pressing his palm against the top of his belly at the same time.
The movement dislodges something. The human tenses up as what feels like bubbles of gas sludge through his intestines, lazily making its way down now that heâs been given space to move. It brings a nasty gurgle with it, loudly groaning right where his partners palm sits.
The naga cocks their head at this, not really having put together that the eggs being in his intestines is causing some digestive upset. They dutifully continues rubbing nonetheless, the noise worrying them.
Heâs in a rough spot. His guts were cramping in a way that signaled an urgent need for the toilet, but he was held fast in his partners coiling frame. And their hands felt so, so nice on his belly. The idea of leaving their warmth and struggling alone in the cold bathroom made him tear up a little. Did incubating eggs make you hormonal? Whatever, not important right now. He clenches his bottom the best he can, hiding his face in his partners chest as he literally feels his asshole tremble against the pressure.
A watery groan from beneath their hands makes the snake frown. His body was handling the eggs okay, right? They canât recall their own species bodies reacting like this. Snake anatomy was a little more equipped for handling eggs, they wonder whatâs going on in their poor humans tummy. Theyâll ask once heâs feeling better. They press into the humans flesh a bit harder, feeling successful when they feel the slosh move down. That has to help right? Their partner isnât providing much feedback, but judging from the way he seemed to push his whole body back into their lap, desperately seeking more contact, they had to be doing something right.
âNoooâŚâ itâs the first actual word theyâve heard from the human while on the couch.
âHey, talk to me love, whatâs going on?â The snake talks quietly, like they were attempting to soothe a scared animal. The response they get is a miserable whine and a vibration against the snake half of their body. It had come fromâŚtheir partner? Heâs currently trembling against their chest, the noise apparently a breaking point for their ailing mate.
âMy tummy hurtsâŚâ he sounds so small as he mumbles the words into their chest. They feel their heart shatter at his words, guilt thick in his voice
âAre the eggs hurting you? Iâm so, so sorry love, I really should have thought this through betterâ they tsk and bring both arms under their mates belly, lifting up in what they hope is a comforting gesture.
âThat-ghh! Thatâs not it, itâs not the eggs..ahhâ another long rumbling vibrates their scales as their mates gives a defeated whimper. âTheyâre in my stomach, idiot. I canât um..use the bathroom like this. Theyâre too big.â He feels like he canât possibly embarrass himself further; it boldens his complaints. âAnd it doesnât help that youâre constantly feeding me either! Itâs like you donât even know howâŚâ well, I guess he wouldnât know how human anatomy works, he thinks. Snakes probably work a little different.
Theyâre caught between smacking themselves in the head and giggling in relief. They thought the eggs were killing their poor mate! It was just some tummy trouble! That was certainly something they could handle. They wonât lie and say theyâre not curious anyhow, a humans digestive system seems to work quite differently. Their mate has never been very keen to answer invasive questions about human bathroom habits, though. They coo and gently release the egg filled stomach, swiftly removing their humans pants and underwear before he can protest.
âJust listen to your body, okay? Nothing to be embarrassed about.â They nuzzle against his cheek while moving their hands down, eager to help now that they know whatâs hurting their beloved mate.
Heâs never been more embarrassed in his life. Sharp-nailed fingers are currently pulling his cheeks apart as he lets another uncontrollable fart loose. He swears he feels the eggs take up more space in his guts as heâs forced to let out several more. The last few leave his face burning as his naga partner pushes a finger directly against his gassy hole. They sound fascinated by the nasty things his body is doing. Each burst of gas is met with a hum, like heâs just told his partner a particularly interesting fact.
They learn that having one hand rubbing circles into his taught tummy and using the other to spread open his mates anus is what gives the best results. The rubbing feels a little rough to them, but the way their human is biting back groans and relaxing into their hold tells them theyâre doing things right. He still hasnât excreted, however. He had said his tummy being backed up is what was hurting him, so they fully intend to help with that. But their human doesnât seem close to producing any waste. They canât have that.
âYou need to use the bathroom, yes? Why arenât you going? Is there another way I can help?â
Heâs far too busy deflating to answer. God, this was mortifying. Heâs been giving test pushes after every expulsion, seeing if anything solid would start to move. No such luck.
âThatâs kind of private, loveâŚâ not really expecting to have to explain to his partner that shitting in front of each other isnât really a normal human thing. He couldnât even if he wanted anyways. âItâs uhm, behind the eggs anyway, I think.â
âOhhh, so youâll need help once you lay the eggs?â Their eyes are wide and earnest as they look down at the human, really meaning it when they said theyâd do anything to help.
The human tried to keep the bathroom incidents to a minimum after that. Which, fortunately or unfortunately for him, were not an issue after that. His partners massage seemed to coax any extra space out of his guts. So now the eggs sat heavy in his belly with what was surely an absurd amount of shit behind it. His partner unfortunately did not slow down on the excessive meals, insisting that they still needed their energy to keep healthy and for the laying. They did work with them on what meals were made, however. They settled on more BRAT diet type foods rather than calorically dense meals that would better suit an athlete the night before a marathon. It sat much nicer in his tummy. He still felt terribly stuffed, but none of the cramps and gas from earlier were making a reappearance. All he could do now was waddle around and wait until the eggs decided they were ready. His partner seems very pleased with themselves. Attending to his every need with a bright smile stretching their lips.
He wakes a few nights later drenched in sweat, unsure what woke him untill a sharp stab in his stomach makes him cry out. His knees curl into his body the best they can; he finds himself mindlessly going into a downward dog sort of position to relive the pain. He grunts against the next wave of pain, gasping when he feels something shift down.
Itâs finally time, then. He slaps at the nagas sleeping form the best he can, waves of contractions not really allowing him to move from his position. Theyâre up in a flash, immediately moving them to a nest like pile of blankets they had set up the night before. He had been too sleepy to question the behavior at the time, but was endlessly grateful when they were guided to their knees in the middle of it. The blankets cushioned his knees nicely. A few moans slipped as the kneeling position urged everything to move down. This felt much more natural. He leans against the naga in their nest as his sleepy brain does his best to process the start of his laying.
As he wakes up a bit more, he hears his partner cooing at him. gentle encouragements and assurances that he was doing amazing met his ears. His body was doing what it needed to do. The words helped him feel a little less scared when he felt the first egg push at his sphincter. He still couldnât help but gasp, though, the noise morphing into a strangled groan as the clench pushed everything back up.
âHey, no fighting love. You need to let them out, try pushing.â Their sweet voice held him like a vice, his brain turning to mush as he focused on pushing. He needed to push. He didnât fight the next wave and felt muted horror when his rim started to part around a smooth egg. The strongest cramp yet grips his guts as heâs suddenly stretched around the largest part of the egg. He pushes hard, and the first egg pops free and lands neatly in the pile of blankets. A quiet cheer from his partner has him smiling, leaning against them as he feels more pressure in his ass.
The naga is entranced, feeling nothing but adoration as they watch their partner lay the first few eggs. The way their hole holds tightly onto each one before it pops out. The way it twitches a little after and puffs back out as a new egg makes its way down. Itâs mesmerizing. They love seeing their partner work so hard, they mumble something about keeping him full like this forever before their mind can filter the thought.
âGod, no, please. Mmuhhn- my body canât handle that.â The snake frowned, his body seemed to be handling it perfectly thank you very much, their mate was a perfect incubator!
An hour passes without another egg showing, and with 17 in their nest, the naga declares that their mate is empty. He hardly feels empty, though. Still feeling like there was junk high up in his guts. He was far too delirious to remember his constipation problem, he just wanted to be empty.
âCan you check please?â He presses his tummy in the nagas direction with a pout. Theyâre more than happy to help. They pull the human into their curled up lap and begin to poke at their belly. They massage at a stiff area in the manâs upper stomach, only remembering now about his stomach troubles. They decline to inform their partner, selfishly not wanted them to scramble away from them. This wasnât any different than laying, they were determined to help with this as well, it was technically their fault anyhow.
The human is unaware of his partners intentions, simply enjoying the massage on his sore abs. Heâd spent a good couple hours laying, and gladly welcomed the attention to his body. A foreboding glorp from his guts brings him back, however. He gasps, only now remembering his issue. Heâs paralyzed as his tummy cramps hard, bringing tears to his eyes. Heâs stuck on his knees in front of his partner while his guts push a truly massive dump towards his ass. The second the cramp releases, he stands on wobbly legs in an attempt to escape. The human rushes to the bathroom door, hearing a suprised hiss from behind him. Only staggering a few steps away from the nest before his legs give in.
âStay away pleashhhnâ his face is red and twisted with effort. âI wanna be alone thereâs no more eggs! Can you bring m-mmggh!â He doubles over with a groan. âBathroomâŚplease..â are the last words he can get out before his body decides itâs had enough.
âIâm helping, youâre in no state to be left alone right now. No need to be so stubborn love..â theyâre gentle as they wrap the lower part of their body around the humans middle, hoping the pressure there would help. His ass is still out, leaving room for prying fingers as the naga assesses his situation. He appears to be pushing very very hard, but they see nothing. Maybe it was similar to being egg bound? They had some lube ready if something similar were to happen to the human, but it seems theyâd need it for a slightly different reason. They properly wet their fingers for the task, and squeeze some of the liquid into their partner just for good measure. He pushes immediately at the intrusion, his body wants everything out, not in! A small slick noise is made as his hole gapes around nothing. The snake scrunches their nose in concentration, pinprick eyes focused solely on their mates struggle. An inquiring finger is pushed against twitching muscle. They want to gauge the humans reaction before they do anything. Feeling no resistance, they sink their finger in. The muscle loose and relaxed from the eggs, but theyâre still stopped against a solid mass when they reach up to their second knuckle. Another egg? No, this must be the humans waste. Much more solid than a snakes would be, they feel a twang of sympathy at that, it must be hard work for a human to pass this daily.
âItâs stuckâ he mumbles, resigned to his humiliating fate. He hears a chuckle behind him, it makes his face burn even hotter.
âI can see thatâ they smile gently while they attempt to massage the muscle that was gripping onto the hard mass. Every now and then their mates body would go taut in their hold, and he pushes even harder and louder than when he was laying the eggs. The snakes eyes widen, the poor guy needed to push harder to get this out? No wonder bathroom stuff was so private to humans. They decide to give him a very gentle squeeze on his next push, hoping the added pressure on his stomach would move things along. He all but shrieked in response.
âOw ow ow! Itâssnnggh-huurts! Mâstomach hurtsssâ he writhed in the snakes hold, but they held fast as they watched the progress the squeeze bought. Their mates hole was now being held open by a dark, firm shape. A touch confirmed it was quite hard, almost like a stone. The humans hole held tight around the protrusion, the irregular bumps and edges seemed to make this a lot harder to pass than the smooth shell of an egg. They soothed around a bulging bit of skin above their anus, the naga found that pushing on it moved the waste the tiniest bit out. It was something at least.
âYou can do it, almost there love.â He didnât have the energy to inform them that this was far from the end, the stuffed sensation in their gut telling them they had a lot of shit to get rid of, literally. Their asshole aches around the log thatâs holding him open, each push only popping a few bumpy inches further. Another few rhythmic squeezes to his stomach help, functioning sort of like added peristalsis. He gasps, more waste feels like itâs piling at his sphincter, but that first log held everything in. The human whines as his guts gurgle in protest, rolling from deep within his stomach to up his throat. He has to muffle a few burps; the gas having nowhere else to go.
âLove, I think you need to stand up, letâs walk for a bit.â The snake winces as his partner barks a harsh laugh in response, which morphs into a groan. They watch with a furrowed brow as he pushes again. The waste doesnât even move, just twitches pitifully as his anus bulges.
âI think itâll help get things movingâ they speak gently. It would help sometimes when their own kind were egg bound. They lift him up, not wanting him to waste energy on speaking. The human submits and awkwardly waddles next to the serpent, each step forward making his rim twist around the poop, inching it out slightly. They walk down the stairs together, the human trying not to pay any mind to the fact that this was working. Heâd left a few pebbles behind at the top of the stairs, and did his best a grunt quietly as more poop made an appearance. He collapses as soon as they reach the bottom. Falls to his knees, belly heaving. The naga is relived to look behind them and see a much larger mass than before. They watch in amazement as a big push finally gets it all out. It thuds to the floor, the rest of the excrement looking much smoother and easier to get out. The snake breathes a sigh of relief, finally, itâs over. Theyâre about to reassure their partner again before a strained gasp interrupts them.
âNoâ the word comes out pleading and strained as he somehow manages to get his legs back underneath them. He once again only makes it a few steps before felling back down in a pitiful display. Heâs braced against the bathroom door before the naga can reach him. They gasp as they approach and see their poor, poor partners anus start to widen again.
âUunnggh get oUT! Heâs frantic again, but they just watch as a small pile starts to plop under the humans bottom. This waste seems to be putting a lot less strain on his body. But there was so much of it. They watch as their partners stomach heaves every few second, adding coil after coil to the mound. They approach cautiously, bending down to where he has his sweaty forehead pressed against the door. Too preoccupied grunting out another wave to react. Itâs gotten even softer, making small splats as it dribbles on top of everything else. They place their back against the wall, so they can put their hands back on the humans stomach, which was much less round now.
âLook at me pleaseâ the human whines, thighs shaking as a runny shart bursts out of him. He hates how close the naga has been for all of this. Why werenât they grossed out? Why werenât they leaving him any privacy? Theyâre right there, staring straight into his eyes as his face scrunches with another push. Embarrassing. He wraps both arms protectively around his tummy, bending further at the middle to escape the piercing gaze on him. His belly is grumbling all angry again, a small coo lets him know that the snake hears it too. He has no energy to fight as his hands are removed from his stomach, and heâs held against his partners chest. He canât help but moan as their hands replace where his were, offering a delicious pressure that has his ass squirting. It was all liquid now, it burned his sore hole, but the pain was nothing compared to the relief of having an almost empty tummy. He leaned further against his partner, too weak to do anything but let his ass weakly spill out mess for the next while. The nagas gentle praise made him feel a little better. He hoped they were okay with cleaning up the mess. Heâs pretty sure his body wonât be working at all for the next few days.
This was very fun to write, Iâd love to know yalls thoughts! Iâm also wondering if I should add names to these stories? It feels awkward sometimes not doing it so if anyone has strong opinions about that lemme know. Thank you for reading!! â¤ď¸
Would you ever consider adding any emeto to your eggpreg poop stories? So packed full with eggs their body tries to get rid of them both ways...
Of course!! It would only be the natural outcome reallyâŚ
The human body isnât meant to have all the stuffed in them. I imagine itâs like those milk challenge videos from ye old youtube days. It doesnât matter how much control you think guy have, itâs literally impossible to fit more into your stomach when itâs decided itâs too full. At first any food the try to put in their body doesnât even get pass the eggs. It sits awkwardly in their tummy for a while, bubbles and sloshes in their upper belly. Itâs not even being digested, just sitting there and making them feel terribly nauseous.
They try to rub at their stomach and push things down, but itâs no use. The mess just swirls and churns untill it all comes up in an embarrassing gush of liquid. The sensation of their guts squeezing around the eggs makes them gasp. They choke on the next mouthful that comes up. Their partner finds them spluttering onto the bedsheets, at their side in a flash. They rub their back and apologize while all their swollen partner can do is breathe deeply in an attempt to hold down more retches.
The solution is very small amounts of food and lots of stomach rubs. They need constant stimulation there to help push things around the eggs. The process still leaves them feeling constantly on the verge of heaving, but at least their body is able to absorb some full meals. Itâs taken oh so greedily and they actually find themselves wishing they could eat more despite feeling so stuffed. Their body demands even more calories to nourish the clutch inside of them. Maybe that urge for extra fuel is too much to ignore at times, and their partner finds them nursing a stomachache with a pout. They want to cry as their stomach squeezes the much needed food up their throat. They spend the next hour burping and heaving over a bucket, stuck in a miserable haze of a hungry, upset tummy.
Theyâre thankfully able to adjust over the next few days, learning to take things slow and listen to their belly. But when enough food finally starts to work at their guts they become aware of a growing problem down below.
Thank you for the ask!! Iâm glad you enjoyed the story! I worked hard and and actually feel pretty proud of this one âşď¸.
Iâm attempting to go a little slower with the stories and not just type them in a horny blur. Itâs fun but I want to write quality horny posts dammit!
I hope they inspire other people to get more comfy and maybe post some stories of their own, Iâm greedy and want this community to grow >:)
Imagine your fc or oc heavily bloated with a food baby that demands to be born. No matter where they are, they must labor. The building pressure at their backdoor is almost too much. They grunt and bear down, sweat on their brow.
Thinking about someone being forced to give a stool sample at the doctorâs office while being observed by the doctor/nurses. They give the doctor a look of surprise when the doctor sets out a bedpan and asks them to squat. They immediately turn red and being protesting, but the thought of pooping and the sudden nervousness causes their stomach to begin churning. âI felt something nice and big in there when I felt your abdominal region earlier,â the doctor shakes his head and grins at the patient. âIâm sure you can push something out.â
Just then, the patient lets out a fart. They begin spluttering. âI donât- I donât need to poop, Iâm just nervous,â they say. The doctor just smiles more, and sits down on his chair, legs crossed, waiting with his eyes focused on the patient.
They squirm now, mortified. Are they really about to poop in front of the doctor? The more they think about it, the more air seems to chug through their intestines, urging them to force out dry farts.
âThereâs no need to be scared,â the doctor says. The patient avoids his eyes and weighs their options while sweat begins to bead on their forehead.
Suddenly their stomach cramps, slightly, but enough that it forces a small grunt from their lips. They look at the doctor, horrified at their moment of weakness. The doctor chuckles. âCome on, just let it out and it will all be over with,â he says. âSounds like itâs coming soon wether you like it or not.â
They want to burst into frustrated tears as an ache begins to grow in their stomach. Whimpering, they pull off their pants and underwear, feeling cool air brush their skin. Just the act of undressing prepares his bowels for evacuation, and the urge grows immensely stronger within seconds. His breathing quickens as he gets gingerly into a squatting position.
âThere we go. Alright, begin whenever youâre ready,â the doctor comes closer in his chair, so heâs eye-level with the patientâs bottom. The patient is practically dripping sweat with the effort to not blast hot farts into the doctorâs face.
âPlease can I just be alone?â They squeak out, one more futile attempt to gain privacy. The doctor looks up at their face, smiles gently, and shakes his head.
âNope, this is how we make sure weâre getting a fresh untampered sample,â he says. âNow come on, let it out.â
The patientâs legs are quaking ever so slightly as a cramp seizes their gut. A long dry fart whistles from their anus as it begins to stretch. They squeeze their eyes shut in shame, muttering incomprehensibly under their breath. âPlease, no, please, no, not here,â they whine. Then theyâre cut off by their own furious grunt as the urge to bear down becomes overwhelming. âHhnnnnnnnng!â
They are horrified at their own primal noises. Their eyes open to see the doctor smiling pleasantly at them, then looking down at their doming anus. âWow, are your movements usually this solid and difficult to get out?â He asks pleasantly.
âY-yes,â the patient says shamefully. They stare at the doctor with glazed eyes as they begin another push. A loud fart pops out around the brick of poop widening their hole. They grunt loudly again, and it feels so good they almost donât care that the nurses and other patients outside might hear them. Their stomach pulses with the urge to push as hard as possible to get the poop out. Its fat dry head is beginning to crown now, forcing their anus taut and wider than theyâd ever seen it before.
âGood job,â the doctor says as he watches the patientâs bottom open wide for accommodate the load. He looks up into the patientâs glassy eyes, their face contorted in effort, strain, and humiliation. âThis is hard work for you, huh?â He asks. The patient gets even redder, deepening their squat by leaning back on their hands and thrusting their pelvis forward. They are launched into another involuntary instinctive push, one that forces an animalistic grunt from their throat. They shake and shudder as the poop reaches its maximum width, bulging forth like a tree trunk from the earth.
âHere it comes,â they grunt out, taking in a massive breath. Their belly muscles tighten and constrict once more, and an almighty groan comes from their lungs. âItâs coming, itâs coming,â they say as the poop inches further out of their bum, rocky and glinting in the light. Finally it thuds into the bedpan, and the patient lets out an unencumbered sigh of relief.
excerpt from a dumb little oc fic im working on i may never be happy enough with to post:
Itâs too much, itâs driving him crazy, he needs something to move. Itâs the psychological desperation more than anything at this point; he just needs to shit. He whines, hips jerking forward just slightly, almost on instinct, just enough to press his cock against his bootâ
âand then suddenly itâs past the point of no return, too thick to clench back or pinch off, just pushing out of him in an unbroken, solid log that curls agonizingly pleasantly into his panties. The relief of movement makes him cry out, but itâs not enough, he needs to push it all out, needs to feel himself empty. The stretch as it comes out is perfectly on the edge between pleasure and pain, soaked in humiliation from the overwhelming sensory feedback of shitting himself uncontrollably. It makes a filthy sound as it comes out of him, something he doesnât care to commit to memory. C can almost feel his subroutines reorganizing without his input, reallocating resources, abandoning more intelligent impulses to just push. Heâs pissing himself, too, hot, wet warmth spreading across his lap, relieving a need he hadnât even registered. Not like this was dignified in the first place.
Somehow, his panties already feel full, stretched taut by just the first log of shit heâs pushing into them, hot, hard warmth coiling up in the fabric and pressing against him. His bodyâs still trying to push, but thereâs resistance. He spreads his thighs, trembling with exertion, a little wider to accommodate his output. Fuck, he canât be out of room already, heâs still so full, this is barely the start of itâ
What positions do you like someone pushing to poop in?
Omgggggggg so many
⢠On their back with legs spread and pulled back is the GOAT to me. Getting to see the pooperâs expression and how it changes as they poop is PEAKKK. Itâs such a vulnerable position too and that makes it even better
⢠On their side, laying down, legs together, holding their bottom open while they go. This is so good to me bc itâs relaxed, casual, and almost sensual. Like it could almost be an accident, like the urge to push it out just snuck up on them while they were relaxing. Watching the hole jut out while they push like that is just so hottt
⢠Standing up!!! Controversial haha but I think itâs so arousing to think of someone trying so hard not to poop, standing straight up trying to hold it in, but then feeling their hole expand anyway as a fat dry poop fights its way out. I think about the pooper being forced to bend their knees slightly as they realize theyâre pooping and they have no choice. They grumble and grunt and whine as they just barely tilt their hips back so the big poop can poke hard into their pants.
⢠On all fours with elbows on the ground is particularly hot to me in medical situations. Having your bum up in the air makes pushing a bit harder and also more engaging to watch in some ways. Youâre watching the poop fight against gravity. I also think about a doctor using gloved fingers to help coax the poop out, or administering a suppository in that position.
I like it when a girl is straining and her face is red from the effort, her fat body sweaty and her anus blooming with every push, but nothing is coming, there's no poop yet despite her efforts. She's moaning that she needs to go, that her belly is full of shit and pushing and moaning like she's in childbirth, but all she's releasing are splashes of piss.
Her partner eventually moves her off the toilet to lay over their lap where they can massage her puffy hole. They have to hold her ass cheeks open so her hole is accessible. But nothing comes, despite the pushing and straining (imagine tears and sweat on her face, the noises of her crying out, grunting and low gutteral moans with each push(. Eventually she falls asleep, belly full, rectum stretched and no poop in sight. When she wakes more drastic measures will be needed.
Yess twin you really get me
I love the really desperate effortful straining that drives someone to complete indignity like that. Huffing and puffing, whining and crying, guttural grunting especially. I love the moment when someone has to act like an animal in order to empty themselves.
I also love watching the hole specifically đĽľon someone with a vagina, being able to physically see the muscles around the vagina and anus working the poop out when the person pushes. hearing someone grunt, and right at the same time, seeing their vaginal muscle clench down and their anus start to expand is SOOO GOOD FUCCCJCCJ
Iâm also obsessed with hard difficult poops and constipation because itâs sort of like, a punishment that can only be earned. I guess this doesnât apply to people with medical conditions that cause constipation, but in a person with average gut health, a big hard painful poop can only be a consequence of your own actions and food choices. That sort of makes it more humiliating. Youâre reaping (pooping) what you sowed (ate) lol
But yes, as far as the details of a woman trying hard to poop, the ones you mentioned are some of my favorites⌠red face, sweating, hole puffed up and expanding⌠I also love:
⢠Legs shaking, or whole body shaking during a push. Itâs so desperate and urgent
⢠Taking rapid little breaths before bearing down
⢠Trying to talk through a push. Starting a sentence, and her voice getting weirdly deep and strained halfway through because she starts to push.
⢠Her face screwing up while pushing. Eyes squinted, mouth in a grimace.
⢠But also, pushing with very little expression. Dead eyes, quivering cheeks, barely parted lips while bearing down with all her might.
⢠Having to adjust positions while pushing. Especially mid-push!! Like, pushing on all fours and then having to lift herself into a squat to give gravity an extra boost. So primal.
Would you write a scenario where your roommate finds out they have ibs but doesnât want to change their eating habits so via magic or some scientific doodad whenever they feel the need to poop they can transfer it to you. They either tricked you or secretly gave you the medical device/performed the magic and now you find yourself pooping in your clothes during the day at random times, wherever you are.
Ooo thatâs a fun one! The idea of someone feeling perfectly fine one second, then having their stomach be packed to the brim with shit and forced to push is hottt. I ran a little wild with it but I hope you enjoy!
I imagine the person with Ibs (weâll use A and B for convenience sake) is so desperate to fix their screwed up bowels. They have the unfortunate diagnosis of Ibs-m, meaning their sickly guts go through bouts of either diarrhea or constipation. A has tried every little trick to get things under control no matter how unscientific they seem. The only thing they havenât tried is change their diet. A is a broke college student, they canât afford that! And theyâd have to give up so many good foodsâŚ
Their latest internet deep dive for remedies has led them to some holistic website that specializes in healing gemstones. A quick scroll through their website brings up a gem that is used to help with stomach problems, they impulsively purchase the item along with the other remedies theyâd found online that day.
After another week of suffering their latest splurge finally showed up at their door. The gem theyâd purchased was the first opened. It came in a neatly wrapped box with a card that instructed them to always keep their new gem on them. Anytime they were feeling ill A simply had to rub the stone and their pain should be solved, under one condition; the product would only work if another person touched it first.
A felt skeptical, but quickly brought the gem to their roommate, B. They loved rocks, so it wouldnât really be weird to get them to touch it. Sure enough, B practically snatched the glittering crystal out of their hand, gleefully inspecting it and musing out loud about what type of gemstone it could be.
âQuarts, maybe? Something about it looks off though. Hmmmâ nearly 10 minutes later and the rock was back in Aâs possession, relinquished from their fixating roommate. They still seem perplexed, but had settled on it being citrine that had been dyed some funky colors. A, amused by their friends enthusiasm, made their way back to their room with a small smile. They sat down and began to work through the other packages that were ordered. A really hoped one of these worked before tomorrow, they had an exam they were horribly nervous for and did not want tummy troubles on top of it.
B is up bright and early the next day, and was shooed off by A when they offered to walk with them to class. They seemed preoccupied with some weird smoothie concoction, and assured them theyâd be leaving for class soon. B shrugged, they were leaving a bit early anyways.
In class, B busied themselves by studying for the test they were a few minutes away from taking, attempting to absorb as much information into their poor overworked brain. It wasnât untill the class was nearly full with students that A showed up. B was a little bummed, hoping that A would be able so sit beside them, but had to take one of the few vacant seats on the other side of the classroom.
A was in terrible shape, they had spent the whole morning following a recipe for some smoothie that was supposed to help with gut health, but after downing the whole thing and just about jogging to their class, they felt it was doing more harm than good. They could practically feel the smoothie in them sloshing around in thick glorps as they briskly walked to their seat.
This professor was a paranoid one, and did not make a habit of letting students out for any reason during exams. They gave a small press to their bubbly stomach and silently prayed that it would cooperate. Just for an hour.
They had no such luck, and as soon as the classroom fell silent and only the scratching of pencils could be heard, a small âbrrrrrâ from above their bellybutton all but sealed their fate. They queasily remembered the smoothie they just drank, and how the mess rushing through their guts felt about the same consistency.
A squirmed and attempted to let out small bursts of gas as they worked their way through the exam. A couple of rough questions made their anxiety mount, and their stomach now felt like it had filled with air alongside the clumpy smoothie. The noises that were coming from their stomach were concerning at this point, and there was no way the people around A werenât aware of their predicament.
At the appearance of the short answer section of the rest, Aâs stomach gave a comical groan in protest. A gasped and couldnât stop themselves from wrapping an arm around their tummy, trying to protect themselves from the cramping inside of them. The movement made Aâs hand bump against a hard lump in their hoodie pocket, the rock! Their free hand clenched hard against the stone in a final plea to save their dignity, their grade, and their pants.
B was about halfway through their test when a sudden heaviness in their stomach distracted them. They hadnât had much breakfast before they left, settling on a small granola bar, but now their lower stomach felt heavy and achy, like it was full. They barely stifled a gasp when a loud gurgle came from their stomach, and watched in horror as their belly pushed against the tight shirt they were wearing. Before they were able to process their stomach bloating before their very eyes, a cramp in their bottom demanded their attention.
The pain was searing, unlike anything theyâd ever felt. As a person blissfully free of ibs and general stomach issues, they were powerless to deny their bodies demands. Their breathe hitched before B was forced to bear down, a miserable âuhhnnâ was followed by a loud splat. B could do nothing but press their head against the table in front of them, wrap their arms around their suffering tummy, and push.
Students watched in horror as for the next 10 minutes, their poor peer would give a visible and audible push, and add to the sludgy mess in their pants. It was a disaster, every time it seemed like they were done, another heave and rounding of their back would bring another rush of thick liquid to their stained jeans. Everyone looked to their professor to help out or at least dismiss the ailing student, but he was absorbed in his computer, eyes not even glancing to his students.
Another bout of diarrhea and gas caused everything to bubble up and out of Bâs pants. A disgusting slurry of light brown surged as gas fought for a way out of Bâs restricting jeans. A kind student had decided enough was enough, and helped B through the aisle of seats, exam grades be damned, this was just sad to watch.
A miserably hobbled behind the friendly classmate, leaving a trail of wet farts and stains behind them. They caught Aâs eyes as they had just stood up, looking very pleased and with their exam in their hands. With a gasp and a frantic dash to turn their paper in, their roommate also joined in on the help. Bâs hole continued to push weakly against all the mess in their pants as they waddled to the bathroom. They naively hoped their stomach was finished with its sudden fit. But another cramp bought them to the floor. They pushed and groaned as more diarrhea was packed into their pants, making a wet gush as it all came out. A and their other helper lowered them to their knees, the change in position pushing the slick mess against their skin and pushing out above their pants waistband. They were stuck there for a while, forced to wrap their hands around their gurgling tummy as they violently shit themselves in the middle of their college hallway.
With some assurance from A and a week to recuperate, B felt like theyâd recovered from the shame enough to leave the house. A suggested a drive to their favorite antique store. It was a far drive, and B felt their heart warm at the genuine attempt to cheer them up.
The roommates enjoyed their leisurely drive, A doing everything in their power to keep Bâs spirits high. They had been so miserable and in pain the day of their accident. As someone with chronic tummy pains, B could really relate. They were lucky they didnât get caught in a similar state the same day, but their stomach ache had disappeared like it was never there soon after it started. They werenât sure how legit it was, but A felt that the pretty crystal they bought was their savior. Enough so that when their week long bought of consolation inconveniently seemed to be coming to and end in the middle of a 2 hour drive, they immediately gripped the rock and magically, the feeling of their solid waste chugging through their intestines disappeared. They breathed a sigh of relief. All clear. What an amazing invention.
B was still cautious, their suddenly explosive accident leaving them in constant fear of another episode. So when the same weird feeling settled in their tummy, B was on alert right away. They asked for a bathroom before things could go south, and A gave them a pitying look.
âWeâre deep in some back roads right now, B, I donât think weâll be seeing anything except corn for a while.â
âNo problemâ B responded with a shaky, unconvincing smile. They werenât to worried about convincing their friend and more focused on the swelling of their tummy. Their hand letting them feel how it swelled from a normal, healthy and empty stomach, to one that felt rock hard.
âOh godâ B gasped, curling up and facing the window, not even able to apologize as worse cramps than before wrecked their tummy. small farts leaked into the seat of their pants. A frantically pulled up directions on their phone and found a gas station.
âItâs half an hour awayâŚâ A spoke softly, cringing as another fart came from B, who whimpered softly in response. They drove in silence for the next ten minutes, the droning of the radio the only noise besides the near constant stream of gas that was now leaving B, along with some truly painful sounding stomach noises. A drove as fast as they could, face scrunching in concern when B started to grunt softly. They curled in even further on themselves, hiding their face in their arms to make the obvious noises of someone who was straining to poop less loud.
B gasped as more cramps twisted their tummy, and couldnât help the strong grunts that came from them as their stomach contracted, demanding release. But no matter how hard they strained, their asshole simply pulsed and fluttered around nothing, not even gas was coming out anymore.
âMmmgh-A, oh god, A it wonât even come out, it hurts so badâ B felt genuine panic grip them as they babbled. They felt like they would pass out or vomit, maybe both. Their blurry vision barely registered A pulling over and unbuckling their seatbelt.
âNghhhnâ A felt their hole tremble as B grabbed some napkins from the dashboard in front of A. They were carefully placed down under their seat and B felt tears well in their eyes as A directed them to pull their pants off.
âYou gotta get whateverâs hurting you outâ A soothed as B followed their direction. âItâs no big deal, nothing I canât clean. Here, itâll be easier if you put your legs on the dashboard. Without waiting for a response, A grabbed their friends legs themselves and lifted them up. B yelped, felling very exposed, but couldnât help but groan with relief when the urge to push came again and they actually felt a little movement this time.
âA, ah! Owwwh, please help! They looked over at their friend, flushing red as the cramp puppeted their body-hands behind their knees and spreading themselves in a desperate display. A, who was chewing their lip and looking oddly guilty, nodded and scooted as close to B as the seats would allow. They pushed up Bâs shirt and put one hand against their friends tummy, and bought the other above Bâs straining hole, pressing right into their perineum. B gasped and was about to protest, but was quickly silenced by the cramps wracking their body. A gently moved their hands around Bâs sweaty tummy in what felt like a massage, hoping to help move things along. The fingers against Bâs taint moved in a gentle circling motion, and they were supervised to feel their poop being pushed downwards, the pressure coaxing out what felt like a brick.
âHaaahghâ Bs breathing was cut off as the load finally began to slowly inch out. They couldnât stop themselves and leaned over to hold onto their roommate, shaking with fear as they felt their hole stretchâŚ.and stretch, and somehow stretch some more. They felt like they were being split open! Pebbly bits of shit popped around their rim, stretching the skin around it taut.
âThere we go, just keep pushing B. Youâll feel better soon. Promise.â A smiled at them as B deliriously held eye contact while they pushed. Their eyes were unfocused, face tense and mouth open. A thought they looked kinda cute like this, and mentally kicked themself for the though. Their friend was in pain! They shouldnât be enjoying this in any way. Instead of looking at their face, they turned their gaze downwards to see what kind of progress they were making. A monster of a log was currently holding them open, it didnât droop a bit as it stuck out a few inches from Bâs ass. A pushed gently against hard stomach and bulging taint at the same time, finally forcing the first log out with a weighty thud into the tissues below. B gasped, their legs spreading open in relief. They propped their hands on the seat and pushed hard, causing their legs to tense back up. The consistency quickly changed from pebbles to soft logs that shot out of Bâs ass with surprising force. The mess was launched past where the tissues were placed and stuck to the far end of the car that was underneath the seat. The mush continued to leave them. It was an endless fountain of filth that was broken up by explosions of gas. Whic were becoming more frequent now that the giant shit wasnât plugging B up. A felt a churn underneath their hand. Uh oh.
âAâŚâ B gasped as they pushed their face into the arm that was reaching across the card and easing their aching tummy. âIâm gonna make a mess, Iâm so so sorryynngh.â Before A could respond, a loud grunt and a sound like spilling water came from underneath B, and A watched as a thick puddle formed on the car floor. It slid down the edge of the seat and oozed its way lazily to the floor. A sighed and continued to rub Bâs significantly less rounded stomach. They figured they probably shouldnât be using that gem anymore.
